Marc didn't mind the pale skin or the tats either. Harley had a vibe. If he wasn't into it he wouldn't be here.

(Or her. Really it was her, but she was a whole package so, yanno. That's how that shook out.)

Marc moved his hands up again, caressing her thighs all the way up to her hips, then held on as he pulled her down into him at the same time as he lifted up into her.